~ Taciturn Maudit ~

The muse possessed the porn star
Tearing out her heart in seven scenes
Violence through silence slowly came
Silence and this dead calm book of pain

             The sins in her infected me lest ever I forget
             ’Til time had forged a razor pen and chained it to my desk
             To bleed her songs on pure white paper
             Fingerprints in scarlet red
             Lines defined by tragedies unseen
             Milk from blinded angel eyes together spilling love and sorrow
             Writing ’til the pen runs out of ink

             Trails of blood and teardrops from her dark demonic flight
             On momentary wings within illusionary light
             Sacrificed her freedom on this altar of my dreams
             And swore an oath of silence, until then

The muse possessed the pastor
Comforting his heart in seven scenes
Violence through silence fades away
Silence and this dead calm book of pain